Sunday Morning

"Jackass 3-D": Want Subtlety? This Isn't for You

There's just no telling what sort of movie will attract the attention of our critic, David Edelstein:

Hello. I want to take a moment to say how honored I am to be part of a program as cultured, humane, and finely-wrought as "Sunday Morning," and to thank its producers for allowing me to celebrate its stomach-churning-sadomasochistic-anal-expulsive-oh-my-God-I'm-going-puke-my-guts-out-opposite-in-all-things, "Jackass 3-D."

It's the third feature based on an old MTV series, a carnival of cruelty in which a troupe of clowns - it's all men, all white - test their masculinity by taking moronic risks and subjecting themselves to disgusting punishments.

Johnny Knoxville is the ringleader - boyishly handsome, vaguely Satanic. And among the others are skinny fan fave Steve-O and Wee Man, a marvel of endurance.

There are R-rated "Candid Camera"-style pranks on civilians, but mostly they hurt only themselves.

Or, they play brutal tricks on one other, the Three Stooges taken to a psychotic level.

Watch them laugh uproariously while their "friends" writhe in genuine pain. And it's a special coup if they can drive one of their own to vomit.

Take this scene where they drink a cocktail of a fat man's - no, I can't show you that.

Take Steve-O shot high in the air in a port-o-potty at capacity - no, can't show that, either.